Sunday, May 27, 2012

Under the Bus

Under the bus,
That's where you threw me
To die
To rot
For the bees to swarm
For the vultures to eat.
You made me less than who I wanted to be.
You killed me.
In ghost form I write
As the winds carry down my soul
And I write this letter to you.
You need to hear it
How selfish you are
How you sucked the life out of me.
We were only children,
I thought you were my friend.
You weren't,
You threw me under the bus.
I sound like a murderer,
I won't kill you.
But what I will do is hope that you know where you went wrong.
I wanted to be your bestie
You never wanted to be mine.

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